Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.